Chapter 3 A night with a stripper

Reyes was taken aback by the unexpected kiss from the woman. In that moment, his determination wavered, and he found himself unable to resist her advances.

He was going to sleep with her for the night. Once it was morning, he was going to put her out of his mind and thoughts.

"I could make it all disappear," he whispered darkly, pressing himself against her. He watched with satisfaction as a glassy look overcame her eyes, indicating her surrender to his touch.

If she wanted sex, he was more than willing to give her exactly that.

"Yes, please," she mumbled in response. "How much did it cost for a night?"

******

Reyes forcefully kicked open the door to the motel room, pulling the woman inside by her arm. Her hazel eyes scanned the room, taking in the surroundings. The woman had been unable to keep her hands off him, her small and slender fingers caressing his chest and neck. She traced her fingers down his Adam's apple, causing him to nearly lose control. He grabbed her waist, lifted her face, and leaned in for a passionate kiss.

"Wait, shouldn't we exchange names? I'm Chris..." she began, but he growled impatiently, unable to wait any longer.

He wasn't ready to commit to a human mate. He had witnessed the consequences of others who had made that mistake, and he had no intention of putting his life at risk. Human mates couldn't keep the secret of werewolves' existence to themselves, and they often ended up marrying one. This made the werewolves targets for other humans, resulting in their untimely demise.

He wasn't about to be that foolish.

"Okay then," she slurred, giving in to his desires.

Before he could anticipate her next move, her hands cupped his erection, causing it to throb with anticipation, growing even larger than before.

Christine felt her entire body ignite with desire, willingly succumbing to the flames that consumed her. A shudder ran down her spine as he tore the upper part of her dress, revealing her breasts.

She smiled dryly as her hand moved to his shirt, undoing the buttons. Her trembling fingers touched his skin, but she continued down the path she had chosen.

Reyes felt his mouth go dry. He had a feeling that if she weren't drunk, she would never have acted this way.

"Don't stop!" he moaned as she took his nipples into her mouth, gently sucking on them. "Fuck," he groaned, his head rolling back as he breathed heavily.

Her hands continued to grip his cock, while she continued to suck him. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to resist the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing.

"You are beautiful," she moaned against his chest before taking his other nipple into her mouth.

He leaned back, disengaging her mouth from his nipple, and carried her to the bed.

Christine's face flushed as a surprised moan escaped her lips when his hot, wet mouth enveloped her nipple.

"Oh, fuck!" she cried out, reaching for his hair to hold him in place. "Don't you dare stop... Oh, that feels so good."

He trailed hot kisses down her body, removing her clothes as he went, removing any obstacles in his way.

He kept rubbing her other nipple while sucking on one, her nipples were soo pink, that he kept sucking and staring at the same time.

When he reached her pussy, he grinned at her. The next thing Christine knew, she was almost levitating off the bed as his tongue delved into her core. His fingers rubbed her clitoris, intensifying her desire.

She shot up when she could no longer bear the pleasure. But it seemed as though her stripper already knew what she was about to do, as his hands held her down. She surrendered herself, convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Reyes didn't give her a chance to recover from the release she had just experienced. He covered her body with his and parted her legs to accommodate him.

"Do you still want to go further?" he asked, giving her one last opportunity to back away, even though his body disagreed with the thought.

If Christine hadn't been so drunk, she might have run away when he posed that question. But she wasn't herself; Duncan's betrayal still stung. She had been a good girl all her life, saving her virginity for her husband, only to be betrayed.

She didn't know if it was because she hadn't given him sex as he desired, but she wasn't going to let that stop her.

Raising her head, she kissed the man leaning over her, while he supported his weight on his arms.

Taking her cue, he nudged his member against her, and as he slid inside her, everything around them exploded into a million fragments.

When Christine woke up the next morning, every part of her body ached. She groaned tiredly and sat up, only to find a stunning stranger lying beside her. She furrowed her brow, trying to recall who he was.

Flashes of the previous night, the scorching sex they had shared, flooded her mind, and she gasped, clasping her hands over her mouth.

She had spent the night with a stripper!

Well, damn! And it had been incredible, she had to admit. He was exceptionally skilled at his job.

But it had also been her first time, and she didn't know how to react to losing something so precious to a stranger. Nevertheless, she couldn't stay and wait for him to wake up and find her there.

Letting out a deep sigh, she slipped out of bed and attempted to salvage her torn dress. It was beyond repair. There was no way she could wear it in that condition. Her eyes fell on his shirt, and she decided to slip it on. Surely, he wouldn't mind.

Leaving a hundred dollars on the pillow next to him, she departed with a lazy, satisfied smile on her face.

Who cared about Duncan? She had just experienced the best night of her life.